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"Love of a Good Wife"

By NoobieLitWriter

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Story:

I sat on the big, comfy sofa holding the remote before me, channel surfing on a Tuesday evening, when the doorbell rang.

"Honey, can you get that?" I asked.

My wife, Wanda, walked from the kitchen to the door. She sighed loudly.

She opened the door, and loud, masculine voices disturbed my TV watching. I turned and saw three large men walk into my house. Wanda stood to the side, looking at me, arms crossed.

"What's up, Kevin?" one of the men asked with a sneer.

"Wanda, what's going on? Who are these guys?" I asked.

"They're here to fuck me, Kevin," she said.

I shook my head, confused. A tremor swept over my body. "What?"

"You heard me."

"She needs a real man, dude," said one of the three men, the muscles of his tattooed arms bulging under the sleeves of a tight black t-shirt.

I stood up, shaking in my slippers.

"Wanda, this isn't... isn't funny."

"It's no joke, Kevin," she said. "You've been neglecting me for too long. I need a good, hard pounding. I've been talking to you about it, and you won't do anything."

I tried to stand up straight and square my shoulders, but I felt my body quiver all over. My stomach turned. I held up a finger to make a point, but I couldn't hold it steady.

"Wanda, I've been a good husband and provider to you. We own this nice house thanks to me." I tried to sound strong, but my voice quaked.

"Yeah," Wanda said. "You've been a good provider, and this is a great house. But you're not a man, Kevin. And now you're going to watch as these three real men fuck the shit out of me in this big house that you've paid for. And there's nothing you can do about it."

"Let's get going, bitch," one of the men said. "Ignore him. He can watch while we fuck you."

I tried to say something in response, but he gave me a menacing look, and all I could do was flop my mouth open and shut like a fish gasping for breath out of water.

One of the big men stepped forward and put a hand on my chest.

"Have a seat and watch, Kevin," he said.

I sat, as though helpless.

I watched then, as the men tore off my wife's clothes. They did so without ceremony or romance or seduction. Their hands moved over her body with insolence. Wanda locked eyes with mine as her clothing fell to the floor, her lips curled into a half smile.

I didn't move a muscle.

Soon, Wanda stood naked in the room, and the three men, who hadn't bothered to give me their names, ran their hands over her, grabbing her, pinching her, claiming her.

And then...

And then...

They took her. They bent her over, and her hands pressed against the chest of one while another took her from behind, thick cock fished out from blue jeans and directed into the crevice between her ass cheeks until she cried out from the violation, her voice an exclamation of guttural, unmistakable joy. Wanda reveled in her defilement.

Wanda came at the same time her defiler came, crying out to the ceiling. When he was done, he grabbed her ass and pulled it in my direction, so I could see the stream of his cum flowing out of her down her leg.

By the time the second man took her, my cock was out. I stroked myself. I aimed my cock at my wife and her new lover, pushing in and out of her.

I admit it. I was turned on.

I came when they did, but I didn't stop stroking when they were done. My fingers kept running over my receding penis long after it had become small and floppy, messy with my cream, as the third man fucked my wife. I couldn't stop until he had come too, filling my wife his stranger cum load. My cock by then was tired and sore, but I was turned on more than I could have imagined, and I couldn't stop until they did.

When they were done, they let her go, and Wanda slumped to the floor, facing me, legs open. The men zipped up and left the house without saying anything.

"You know what you have to do," Wanda said, expressionless.

I did. I jumped off the sofa, onto the floor, and crawled on all fours to her, her legs open and inviting me to my task.

The cum of three men glistened in the gap between her legs. I knew what I had to do.

Comments:

Spunxter: Hot! Needs a second chapter.

Anonymous: Cuck shit. You need therapy.

XYDefender: I hope he plugged up the skank's twat with concrete, divorced her, and took the house and the retirement.

Cukkee: XYDefender, you're a sick puppy. Kevin liked it.

Anonymous: You didn't say whether she had a full bush or not. 1 *.

BBCluvver: Meh. Would have been better with BBCs. 3 *.

XYDefender: Cukkee, no real man would stand for this.

Anonymous: Way too short. It ended before I could come. 1*.

Insellio: Trash. No woman should get away with that.

Kinkfactoid: XYDefender, actually, the statistics show that many men enjoy the fantasy of having their wives having sex with other men. A recent lengthy study proves it.

Anonymous: Holy shit, this was bad.

Sensitivo: Insellio, sounds like you have a problem with women.

Anonymous: I no sum people mite say you can rite but there wrong you are terrible and you cant write yoor way out of a paper bag and you shood quit now wile your behind please quitt this site but first delete everything yoove ever written on this sight and on yoor hard drive and don't ever write agan and say a hundred hale mary's.

Stikkler: It was OK, I guess, but why didn't they put a blanket down? They're going to mess up the carpet.

Insellio: I have nothing against women. Just the ones who won't date me.

XYDefender: Kinkfactoid, you're full of shit.

Messynickle: Can't we all just get along?

KloeZane: Adequate border controls, supported by sufficient semi-automatic weaponry, would have prevented this from happening.

Anonymous: I hope Kevin tracks them down and puts them in a hospital and then gives his skanky wife what she deserves.

Lustcraft69: The incels are out in force tonight.

ARoquelaria: This story needed vampires.

Anonymous: Please tell me she got pregnant. That would be so hot!

Anonymous: Reminds me of when I was 27, living in my mom's basement, and the men would come over for their fun, and I'd press my ear against the basement door to listen. I never dared go upstairs or Mom wouldn't make my dinner. That's what she said, and I believed her. I remember how bright the light was when she let me out of the basement.

Skeptiko: Nobody is like this.

Bumblethrone: Skeptiko, a study was done last year of couples in large enough numbers to yield p-values sufficient to conclude that a significant number of people ARE like this. The link is here: xxxx.

Skeptiko: Bumblethrone, fuck you.

Bumblethrone: OK, then.

Cukkee: XYDefender, what's your problem? Everybody's different. Let them have their fun.

O: She needs a crash course in submissiveness.

XYDefender: Nobody should have fun with shit like this.

Anonymous: OK, but the name "Wanda" is a turn-off. Why couldn't you name her "Scarlett" or "Jemima"?

1HittWanda: What's wrong with the name "Wanda"?

Bumigun: Chill, people. Enjoy a GIF with titties.

Anonymous: Oh hell no. Wish I could give it negative stars.

UberTroll: This blows beyond belief.

ElektrikBlew: I think I met Wanda in a café once. She had a plebian taste in coffee.

Anonymous: It would have been fine if you'd ended the story with a tsunami that wiped them all out.

MDSade: This is too much even for me.

JAPrufrokk: Shantih shantih shantih.